Lines Written at Seneca Creek State Park

Arching tree bent over double.
an old lady?
a cat stretching?
the entrance to a church.

O little stream,
why do you run so rapid?
You can’t outrun the world.

Gnarly roots form
steps along the path.
An old woman’s
arthritic hands.

Rounded rockface riven
with moss & lichen
primeval turtle,
megafauna return.

Yellow and white wildflowers freckle the landscape.
Only two colors?
My restless soul
demands a rainbow.

River runs over rocks,
swirls and eddies.
A Van Gogh painting?
God’s washing machine?

small sea
of ferns
why don’t tiny dinosaurs dance
among you?